Red

46

Abuelita is coming.
Another triggering chapter, Keith has an attack and freaks out and there is homophobic language as well as use of incorrect pronouns and dead name.

Lance's morning was hectic. He was searching through his luggage to find something nice all while his mother was nagging him to help downstairs.

"I gotta get dressed mamá!" Lance shouts, grumbling to himself afterwards.

"Hey.." Keith whispers, rubbing at Lance's bare back.

"Jesus fuck your hands are cold- grab my binder?"

"Already have it." Keith smiles, handing Lance his binder.

"Thanks, you're the best." Lance smiles, standing up straight. He slips into his binder and then continues looking through his clothes.

He finally finds his dark blue button up and a pair of black pants to go with it. He slips into them and then heads downstairs.

"What do you need help with mamá?"

"Set the table will you?"

Lance sighs, adding the extra chair to the table. He then goes around placing plates, glasses, and sliverware.

"Anything else?"

"No, go spend time with Keith. Oh, and your snake needs to be fed. Luis has been doing it but since you're back this week you can."

Lance sighs, padding into the kitchen. He grabs a frozen rattie and holds it by the tail. He heads upstairs and allows the rat to unthaw.

"The hell is that?"

"It's for Blue." Lance sits on his bed, sighing.

"You okay?"

"Just drained." Lance mutters.

"Im sorry honey." Keith presses a soft kiss to Lance's jaw.

"Mm if you're trying to start something you better stop mamá could walk in at anytime and she doesn't knock."

"Not tryna start anythin' babe just tryin' to take your mind off the impending doom of your abuelita." Keith chuckles, butterfly kisses down Lance's neck and to the collar of his shirt.

Lance keens, bottom lip pulled between his teeth.

"C'mon- you can't- haah~ you can't do that- my hormones are fucking everywhere." Lance pants, fingers digging into the sheets.

"Oh really?" Keith whispers, hot and heavy near Lance's ear.

"We can't- Keith I need to feed Blue.." Lance whines as Keith pops the buttons of his shirt open with his teeth.

"Keith!" Lance yelps, shoving against him.

Keith suddenly realises what he's doing and slinks off of Lance. Rubbing at his face.

"Jesus... Fuckin- I'm sorry, Lance. I didnt mean to. I just- ugh I dont know what's wrong with me." Keith sighs.

"Its okay babe. Just- not at my mamá's." Lance mutters.

"Im sorry." Keith mumbles again.

Lance stands up and buttons his shirt back up. Rolling his sleeves up he goes and prepares the shower with towels for Blue. Placing the rattie to the side he then goes back to grab Blue.

"Hey beautiful, you hungry?" Lance coos, opening the habitat. He picks Blue up and carries him to the bathroom, placing him on the towels in the shower.

Keith sits there, thinking about how he's fucked up. So many thoughts fill his head and his wrists begin to itch. Skin feeling as if something was crawling inside of it. He felt like there was too much blood inside of his veins and he couldn't do shit about it.